Lament（1 / 2）

the lament

occasioned by the unfortunate issue of a friend's amour.

alas! how oft does goodness would itself,

and sweet affection prove the spring of woe!

home.

o thou pale orb that silent shines

while care-untroubled mortals sleep!

thou seest a wretch who inly pines.

and wanders here to wail and weep!

with woe i nightly vigils keep,

beneath thy wan, unwarming beam;

and mourn, in lamentation deep,

how life and love are all a dream!

i joyless view thy rays adorn

the faintly-marked, distant hill;

i joyless view thy trembling horn,

reflected in the gurgling rill:

my fondly-fluttering heart, be still!

thou busy pow'r, remembrance, cease!

ah! must the agonizing thrill

for ever bar returning peace!

no idly-feign'd, poetic pains,

my sad, love-lorn lamentings claim:

no shepherd's pipe-arcadian strains;

no fabled tortures, quaint and tame.

the plighted faith, the mutual flame,

the oft-attested pow'rs above,

the promis'd father's tender name;

these were the pledges of my love!

encircled in her clasping arms,

how have the raptur'd moments flown!

how have i wish'd for fortune's charms,

for her dear sake, and her's alone!

and, must i think it! is she gone,

my secret heart's exulting boast?

and does she heedless hear my groan?

and is she ever, ever lost?

oh! can she bear so base a heart,

so lost to honour, lost to truth,

as from the fondest lover part,

the plighted husband of her youth?

alas! life's path may be unsmooth!

her way may lie thro' rough distress!